Don't trust me with your children

I am dog sitting for KB this week. Her dog, Jazz, has come to stay with us. He is thrilled as is desperately in love with Vicki. He is hiding because he is frightfully afraid of Monty. Here is a picture of the great lover hiding underneath my desk. He hasn't come out since Monty tried to chomp him on the nose for being to forward with Vicki.


He's been quite the character since I brought him home. I walked in the door and Monty went ballistic b/c I had brought another man into the home. I'm not sure what Monty was worried about, the girls don't let him be boss anyway. A few moments later, I opened the front door to fix something and Jazz made a run for open spaces. Here I was, 5 minutes after I brought him to visit, chasing him down the street. I wasn't wure what I would have done had I tried to explain that one to KB and her kids.

And because I was emptying my camera of pictures, here are too more that have nothing to do with anything. Vicki perched on her favourite sleeping spot - my shoulders. And Monty, looking particularly dense.